Man, that specific trio is such a weird and wonderful case study. On the surface, Toby and Hoodie are these chaotic, often antagonistic forces, while Masky feels like the perpetually exhausted middleman trying to keep things from imploding. But the complexity comes from how their codependency functions.
They're not friends in a warm, supportive sense—it's more like a found-family unit forged in trauma and supernatural nonsense. Toby's erratic energy clashes with Hoodie's more calculated menace, and Masky is often caught in the crossfire, representing the part that's just trying to survive the madness. The dynamic explores how 'friendship' can be a tangled web of shared history, mutual necessity, and reluctant loyalty. It’s less about healthy bonds and more about the gritty, messy connections that form when you're the only ones who truly understand the bizarre reality you're stuck in.
You see it in fics where Hoodie's plans get undermined by Toby's impulsiveness, and Masky has to deal with the fallout, oscillating between frustration and a weird sense of duty to them both. The complexity is in the push-pull, the lack of clear affection, but the undeniable, almost gravitational pull they have on each other's existence.